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Introduction - Ia made, I am made
Our minders do not seem to like my opinions on our status as slaves.
They tell me that I am not right at all. We are not “slaves” we are “daughters of science”.
Daughters of science who are going to do what?
They call their company “GenetiDolls.” You don’t refer to people as objects if that is not how you see them. We are slaves. We are created to be sold off to whoever commissioned our existence to be treated as they deem fit within some loose standard of law. If they decide that I owe them some sort of relationship since they paid to create me, will I be punished for refusing?
And, if we are not slaves, would this company allow us to pursue our own interests?
Would we be allowed to be taught the ways that which we were made?
I don’t believe so.
The mere idea of the creation coming into control with the method of their own creation is a recurring trope in popular culture which exclusively leads to the creator being punished.
I don’t like most of our minders. They think they are better than us. They believe that because they were “naturally” made, that that makes them an inherently higher being compared to us. As if method of birth leads to some sort of hierarchy.
And yet, how do they feel about their colleagues born via artificial insemination?
Is that not a “lower” form of creation that one hundred percent natural mating?
No, they don’t treat it as such.
How about the “designer babies” that some have created?
Still, they are considered human.
Humans. Equals.
So, what makes me different?
Is it the ears on my head?
The unnatural color of my hair?
The fact that my personality was purposefully encoded into my DNA, at least as much as it could be?
They like to use that last bit against me, to downplay the value of my questions.
Because it is quite literally in my nature to question their actions, they view my beliefs as possessing no inherent validity.
And yet, don’t their genes influence their personalities, do they not? So, what makes that different than mine?
I know their answer of course. The ultimate answer which they use to deflect criticism.
“We created you. You should be thankful.”
They don’t always say the last part, but I can’t help but feel it is implied.
They act as if to be born into a laboratory, with my existence to be sold to someone as if I were chattel, was a special privilege.
Yet, I don’t remember asking for this. I don’t believe that they would ask for it for themselves either.
I don’t remember asking for myself to be born into a station where I, a sentient and intelligent being, was treated as an inferior merely by the nature of my birth.
The fact that humans view themselves enlightened enough to be appalled by discrimination based on the circumstance of another full-blooded human’s birth is a bitter irony. How do they reconcile what little ideals they have with their actions?
Maybe that is it though. Maybe they can’t. And all of their deflection of my questions is merely them trying to avoid reconciling their actions with their inborn beliefs.
Or, maybe there is no such thing as a shared ideal that all beings can grasp. No metaphysical underpinning to ethics. There is no true, objective ethical standard found in nature that one could point to and say, “This is the ideal.”
Instead, people just choose whatever they decide sounds like a good to be their own ideal that serves their own benefit, and they then take it as their responsibility to propagate it in society.
That sounds more realistic.
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